'Twas the Night Before a Linux Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
except me and my mouse
With the shopping all done
online, it's quick and it's fun
I was feeling quite smug
posting interesting stuff
To my Linux LUG.
When all of a sudden an email appeared
from an unknown address
I was a little surprised, I must confess,
Surely everyone was sleeping,
Stockings hung with care,
visions of sugarplums, for Santa a-waiting
My curiosity piqued, I opened it up
and what to my wondering eyes should appear
No, not eight tiny reindeer
not Rudolph, nor Santa for that matter
But a fat little penguin I recognized as Tux
with his sack of distros, all Linux,
"If you're going to be up all night anyway
you may as well have some fun", I heard him say,
"Have your own personal installfest
and then you can rest."
Back through cyberspace he sped
he was Tux on a mission, he said.
No "Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night!"
Which caused me to pause...
But, then, after all, he's not Santa Claus.